The Luna's Legacy

sunshine that cut the high, arched windows, lighting the scene below like a stage drama. From his massive shoulders and black hair ting

with the Shadowclaw pack have escalated."We cannot afford to show flaws. I have therefore decided to increase our southern border patrols."Perched on

e their submissive place. Under Vix's emerald eyes, a flutter of bitterness danced. She knew quite well the southern limit. There were secret valleys and deep woods scattered over a frightening length of rocky ground. Sending extra patrols there would mean sacrificing the lives of the

were Damon and Kaelen, her twin siblings whose young faces had already hardened under the rigorous pack standards. Vix closed her fingers on the edge of the platform. She watched her brothers trade impassioned glances, their eyes full with a pride she was unable to feel. They craved val

observation here. The southern limit comes first for us. Slumping in her shoulders, the young woman glanced down on the floor. She had been quickly silenced for attempting to oppose Alpha's decision. Vix hurt inside her. She knew that feeling, that sense of discounting, that sense of invisibility. As the men discussed batt

corching resentment that may have destroyed her. She could not stand to witness her own potential stifled by the pack's antiquated beliefs, as her mother's spirit withers. Unlike her mother, she refused to let herself be quiet. She would find a way to b

nd. Her brothers Damon and Kaelen sparmed each other in the middle of the clearing as their bodies gleamed with sweat. Vix watched them with an acute analytical eye. She could see the errors in their technique despite their fluid and perfect motions, the seconds of del

ght and test her powers against her siblings. She paused, though, aware this was not her fight. As the sparring session progressed, the brothers' moves grew more aggressive; their moans and curses echoed throughout the area. Vix watched them, h

Vix curled her lips, smiled cynically. They knew nothing. They just observed the surface of that outward display of hatred and force. They missed the fundamental conceit, the lack of discipline, the periods of uncertainty that may have claimed their lives. Finally Damon could disarm Ka

. Damon walked towards her, his eyes glittering terribly. He snipped, "You want to try me?"Vix turned her lips into a ravenous smile. "Anytime,"she answered with a low, threatening voice. Around them, the other young men gathered with great attention. They had never seen Vix fight nor her real might. T

d her blade, fixed on her brother. Her voice was cool, "strength without skill is useless,"she said. "Keep in mind."She turned and left Damon in the clearing, his eyes bewildered and hostile at

trongly of lavender and old parchment. Her mother Elara sat by the window gazing out the starry woodland.